Alexis Hall Inc.

Alexis Hall Inc. My Curated Move TM helps empty nesters sell their home and move to a place that fits their dreams. This gave me a great appreciation, and keen eye, for detail.

I have lived in the vibrant and emergent communities of Los Feliz, Silver Lake and Echo Park in Northeast Los Angeles for the last 33 years, and purchased my first home in 1993. Since then, renovating older houses has become my passion, resulting in firsthand experience working with architects, designers, contractors, landscapers and structural engineers. This knowledge, along with my familiarity

of daily life in our neighborhoods, has given me a fantastic source of understanding to tap into when helping you with all your real estate needs and wishes. Prior to becoming a Realtor®, I owned a successful art gallery in Chinatown, specializing in modern art, and launched numerous well-reviewed and ambitious shows. We published many in-house catalogues and artist editions, working with graphic designers, artists and writers. Running an art gallery, and being responsible for all the facets of business, has been wonderful preparation for success in real estate. Whether it’s finding you the right home, or representing your home in the sales process. I deliver timely response and communication, sophisticated research tools and marketing analysis, a strong work ethic, effective negotiating skills, and upbeat professional service. The drive, diligence and dedication that I share with my clients are the key to a successful real estate experience! Your interests are my highest priority. Coldwell Banker Residential Brokerage prides itself on being the #1 company in Southern California, and the nation. My clients have access to the best research and marketing expertise, and unsurpassed qualitative business practices. I look forward to helping you achieve the results you desire in this very dynamic real estate market!

10/29/2025

Yup, I don’t always keep things strictly professional.�That’s an understatement.
Eloise is the result of breaking boundaries with my star artist (eye roll).

So no — I’ve never been great at boundaries.
When I care, I go all in.
Clients stop being clients.
They start to feel like family, and I let it happen.

Some people drain me.
Others feed me.
�When I had my garden redone,
the landscape designer was one of those rare people who fed me.
When the project was over, we didn’t just part ways. We became friends.
Now he’s one of my favorite people in the world.

When I was younger, I would charge right in.
Now I’ve learned to hold back, watch,
and wait until the business part is over.
If the connection is there, that’s when I let it grow.

Some clients still text me years later.
A few have stood in my kitchen with a glass of wine,
helping slice birthday cake.
That’s when I realize the line between business and life has blurred — and it’s a gift.

The truth is, I can’t take on too many clients.
I only really connect with a portion, and how could I give that much care — be so invested —
if I had more than a few at a time? I’ve got ADHD, and I know my limits.

When I was younger, I thought success meant knowing everyone,
being everywhere, filling the room.
Now I know it’s simpler.
It’s who I’d drag a chair out for, who I want at my table.
Just a few, kept close.

That’s how I live my personal life,
and that’s how I work in real estate.

Not everyone gets inside.
But if you do, you’ll know.

How about you?
Do you keep things clean and separate,
or do you blur the lines sometimes too?

Some agents drain you. The right one calms you down.You know that feeling with certain people?Your shoulders drop.You ca...
10/29/2025

Some agents drain you. The right one calms you down.

You know that feeling with certain people?
Your shoulders drop.
You can breathe.
Talking feels easy.

Then there are others. One text and your stomach gets tight.
Your body already knows who feels safe.

This feels crazy.
Everything is moving too quickly. It's a lot.
And on top of it, your agent is kind of an ass.

You chose them because you wanted results.
But now you feel sick even thinking about calling them back.

Yes, I know about the 3am ChatGPT searches:
"How to tell my agent to slow down without sounding difficult."

You get the feeling you don't really matter.
They don't have your best interests at heart.
You look at them and see commission checks.
You feel like you're being upsold in a car lot.

You've been told not to be so sensitive for decades.
Your mom probably said "Stop being so sensitive.”
Your boss said "Be a team player."
Your ex said "Why do you always have to make things complicated?"

Don't make waves.
Don't be difficult.
Be agreeable.
Why do you analyze everything?

And now?
You're doing it to yourself with your own agent.

You're not difficult.
You're overwhelmed.
And you're not wrong.

Would it be crazy to want an agent who actually listens to you?

It's okay to be just who you are.
Especially now.

If you're an introvert, that matters.
Think therapist plus strategist.
Not a pushy salesperson who sees dollar signs.

What would a calm sale look like for YOU?

Fewer open houses? Quiet marketing?
Clear times for showings?
Boundaries so you're not exhausted?

You're in charge.
You pick the pace.

That's why I created my Curated Move™ process.
It's designed for thoughtful people who need calm, not chaos.
Where you'll notice yourself breathing easier
and you matter more than the commission.

With the right fit, even hard talks feel safe.
Your shoulders drop.
You feel respected.

Quick Checklist:
* Do I feel calmer after we talk?
* Do they listen first, then explain clearly?
* Can I ask anything without feeling dumb?
* Do they match my pace and respect my time?
* Do they give me clear choices without pressure?

Your best choices happen when you feel calm.
That's when you can think clearly
and see the right path for you.

Pick the person whose presence helps you relax.

Want my simple worksheet to plan your calm sale? Message me.

This advice is what I would tell my best friend or daughter if I wasn’t able to be their agent : )And it goes for any ki...
10/28/2025

This advice is what I would tell my best friend or daughter if I wasn’t able to be their agent : )
And it goes for any kind of relationship, not just your realtor.

Choose someone who gets you.
Take your time and find the fit that makes you relax.

It’s a short, deep partnership around your mission - to sell your home and maybe to find your next one.

You’ll share big feelings and fast decisions.
You’ll have to work through challenged together.
The right person will make that feel calm and doable.

Your body will tell you who is right for you if you listen.

Do your shoulders drop when you talk with them?
Does your breathing slow?
Do you feel heard?
Or do you tense up and avoid the phone when you see their name?

You make your best choices when you feel calm and held.
That’s when you can think clearly and get creative about what comes next.

So check for fit.
Do they listen more than they talk?
Do they explain things simply?
Can you ask any question without feeling silly?
Do you have the sense that they care about you deeply?
If that isn’t a strong yes, please move on.

It’s okay if someone isn’t your person even if they look good on paper.
Keep looking.

I’ll be real with you: buying and selling will be stressful.
But you shouldn’t feel on guard about your realtor.
You should feel relief around them and you should trust them.

Choose the one who makes your body relax and your mind feel steady.
Your move deserves that kind of care.

Picture the end result: your favorite chair, a good book, a cup of tea listening to your favorite music.

The move is done. You’re thankful for where you landed—a home that fits you on a deep level. The hard stretch fades; the good stays.

(If you want a simple Right-Fit checklist I share with clients, DM me « checklist » I’ll send it—no pressure.)

10/26/2025

Biggest empty-nester mistake? Rushing the next move.

The house feels calmer—
not empty, just stretched.

She’s busy: tennis, study groups, late nights, quick hugs.

Life is easing me into the next season—a slow fade, not a drop.

I thought this would break my heart.
Maybe it widens it, if I let it.

This is the in-between— a handoff between who we were and who we’re becoming.

As she steps into her future, I get to design mine.

Nobody tells you: it’s full of possibility.
You poured love into a home; now it can give back.

Don’t rush external choices.
This time is a gift. Listen first, then move.

I created Curated Move™—guidance with heart, not haste.
Your next home should feel like freedom, not loss.

In your in-between? I can help with what’s next.

We’ll go slow on purpose.

I’m ashamed to admit how hopeless I feel.Wilkie’s back in the hospital again.He’s had this chronic disease since he was ...
10/23/2025

I’m ashamed to admit how hopeless I feel.

Wilkie’s back in the hospital again.
He’s had this chronic disease since he was one.
When it flares up, it’s brutal—pain, smell, cleanup, all of it.

It’s the worst smell in the world — and it kills me that he is so sick. I wish I could do something to make him better. I feel so helpless.

I love him so much, but it’s hard watching him suffer.

It’s hard feeling grossed out and heartbroken at the same time.
I tell myself we are so lucky because he’s still here—
but sometimes the sadness and fear leaks out anyway.

He’s been through this so many times, and still, he wags his tail when he sees us.
His sweet face and that small wag breaks me. He’s the sweetest boy.

He’s ridiculously thin.
He can’t absorb nutrients.
People pet him and say, “Do you feed him?”
I hate that question.
“He’s skin and bones.”
That’s a news flash.
I hate that comment.

And I hate to admit I only want to pet his head, because the rest of him reminds me of how sick he is.

But he’s still the sweetest, most good-natured boy.
He’s all love, all spirit.
He always finds the softest perch, a down pillow, a silk pillowcase
even if I end up tossing them later after a bout.

We’ve battled for years to get him to a healthy weight.
We finally gave up trying to fix it.
Now we just keep him comfortable and loved.

That’s the part we can still do ❤️ the rest is out of our hands.

I’m so thankful to have Trupanion pet insurance.
Each flare costs around 5k, and the copay is staggering but it’s a relief that insurance covers a lot.

10/23/2025

I was really happy to experience this in person. There was a green wooden seat in the sweet spot to hear how these different tracks paired up then differed. While walking through the exhibit Diary of Flowers: Artists and their Worlds, I could hear the ominous hum coloring everything I looked at. It was richer in person. Sometimes I was reminded of bull frogs.

10/22/2025

When the house is quiet, but your heart’s not.

10/21/2025

Do you feel stuck in the unknown?�A little lost?�Worried this is never going to change—l
ike you’ll never feel truly right, or held, or whole again?

Putting down the parent badge…
or the partner badge…�Facing a quiet house—not just because the kids are gone, but because something’s over.

Maybe it’s divorce.�Maybe it’s grief.
Maybe you lost your one and only, could it possibly get any worse?
��Whatever the reason, it feels like you’re floating without a map.�Missing what used to be.�Wishing you could rewind.

My mom is in it too.�Her partner of 50+ years—her rock—is gone.�And now, nothing feels right.

She’s lonely. And nothing feels right.
She might have 10 more good years, maybe 15.�That’s not morbid—it’s honest.

So I say mom, how are you going to live them?�How do you make these years count?
She’s moving back to Virginia, to the last place that felt like home.
I’m encouraging her to dream big, to lease a place at the beach too.
My mom said she thinks water is in her veins not blood.

Here’s what I know:�Love helps.�Connection helps.�Having something to dream about helps.

My dad used to say, “I’m just grateful to be here for another day.”�And he meant it—even after paralysis, sepsis, and pain.�He planned travel from bed. He still made life sweet.
Seeing Eloise grow was all he needed.

We don’t know how much time we’ll get.
�But we do get to choose how we meet it.

That’s what the curated Move was designed for.
I help you move from the stuck to the spacious.�From the yuck to your special yum, which is like no-one else’s.
�Whether that means staying or selling,
we’ll figure it out together—with calm, compassion, and a real plan.

When you’re ready, I’ll be here.

10/20/2025

Each home is roughly the same size and price in Pasadena, CA.

10/20/2025

Right now life is full and happy.
Our home is a mess and sometimes looks like a flop house, but there’s joy.

Half-drunk lattes on the counter, clothes on every floor, music from her room competing with my thoughts.

There’s always motion—plans, texts, laughter,
tiny messes that mean she’s still here.

Sometimes I think, if only things would slow down.
But next year, they will.
And that’s what scares me.

She’ll be starting her own story.
The house will finally stay clean.
No mug rings on the counter, no backpack dropped by the door.

And I’ll realize that order was never what I wanted- connection was.
The rhythm we’ve built, the noise that fills the edges of the day- that’s the heartbeat of this home.
It will become a house.

I already know I’ll walk past her room and stop, waiting for a sound that won’t come.
I’ll probably avoid it for a few months.

This season is chaos, but it’s the kind I’ll ache for later.
So I’m letting it stay wild a little longer.

Because soon it will be still and I’ll miss the proof of life that used to be everywhere.

We’re visiting colleges, and I keep wondering which place will support her best.She walks ahead - alert and engaged, hai...
10/19/2025

We’re visiting colleges, and I keep wondering which place will support her best.

She walks ahead - alert and engaged, hair swinging - and for a second, I see every version of her at once.

The toddler who needed my hand.
The middle schooler who was always a clown. The almost-adult who’s finding her way.

Every campus feels like a sliver of a future she might step into.

She looks around, already imagining the life she’ll build.

I try to stay cool, but inside I’m memorizing everything—the sound of her voice, the way she laughs mid-sentence, the way she still loops her arm through mine sometimes.

We stop for coffee, share a bagel, and play the same playlist we’ve had for years. She sings under her breath, and suddenly I’m back to the days when her voice came from the backseat, asking me to play it again.

I’m so proud of her, I can feel it in my chest.

These are the last drives, the last tours, the last months before her world expands beyond mine. And I wouldn’t change a thing.

It's a gift to be the person who got to walk beside her this far, to watch her become exactly who she’s meant to be.

10/15/2025

we only let mochi out when it rains — our way of reminding him what “outside” really means.
he always forgets. takes two steps, feels the drops, and stares back at me like i betrayed him.
then we towel him off and do it again next time.

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